If only...
She stared unseeing at
the canopy of the infirmary tent above her. Her mind on a sadistic
replay of the searing heat, the stench, the screams. The sight of her
ship a burning wreckage in the harbor. She'd run from the Hooligan's
Route, fecklessly shooting at the enemies swarming into the bombed
streets. Rat-tailed Jones and Cerrel were dead on the docks. She
wanted to search for the others but a firebomb exploded in the walls
behind her and everything went dark.
If only she'd
listened...
If only she'd sailed out on those calm morning
seas...
If only..
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